Oh how the dry days roll by at a cracking pace! My last post chronicled the signs of the dry, and now, dear reader (s), the dry is almost at its end. The humidity has soared. The tourists are slowly refilling their motorhome petrol tanks litre by litre and buying up big at Coles for the long journey home. I see a light at the end of the outside broadcast/event calendar, signalling quieter days at work and some much-needed planning/recuperating time in the office.The Darwin Festival is in full swing, so a gig/ art gallery/ dance hall/party is permanently installed in the park across from work. I walk past every afternoon at around 6pm, watching the lights being put up in the trees and the people slowly flooding in to sit at long trestle tables and eat delicious Hanuman curries before the gig.
The last of our long line of visitors left on Monday, returning our haven to the perfect place for three (inc pooch). We revel in this by spending nights at home, making glorious dinners, lighting candles and eating on the deck with Arthur at our feet or on the steps where its cooler. We spend weekends going for bike rides; foostering in the garden; watching the sprinkler, enchanted (you can't do that in Queensland); having long barefoot walks on the beach; reading Wuthering Heights aloud and seeing movies.
Yesterday I was overcome by a tingly wave of affection towards life. So much has been going on in life lately with visitors, work events, festival, love, writing, sewing, living. Holidays are booked in, work is slowing down, the wet season is coming (!) and life is good. I feel like going to a remote beach somewhere and letting off fireworks. I'm going to try and remember this feeling. Its nice to be reminded when things are good and life is wonderful. My adventures are very bright right now.
